My head craned up and down as the creature examined my face. I could still see around my peripheries, but I couldn't actually move my eyes.Īctually, I did move. Even my eyes stared straight ahead, any attempt to move them resulting in nothing. I was stating ramrod straight, but didn't even flinch. It looked at the conjured panel of light and fiddled about with it. Less an abomination, more that clerk at the supermarket you strike up a friendly conversation with as you pay. Rather than, well, anything inhuman, it sounds like a run of the mill person you could walk past on the street. The voice that emanated from this monster did not match what it should sound like. The soft, Human, humming that seemed to be coming from the monster. I was Jewish for fuck’s sake, we didn't even believe in hell! Didn't think I lived a wicked enough life to go straight to hell. I take back what I said earlier, this thing was a monster. It seems whatever was keeping me like this was also making me mute. I tried to scream, but neither my mouth opened nor did any sound emanate from my throat. It was garbed in the stranger of outfits straps and buckles everywhere. Long and bony fingers at the end of its arms. Leg joints reversed like a styre or a bovine. Black bone like things arced around its head like a crown. Several thick tendrils ran down its body from the back of the head like hair. Face far too long to be considered human. Then the figure crossed into my sight, and I saw it. I tried to crane my neck over, but alas, I was unable to do so.Ī minute went by. A figure just out of the corner of my eye. Not even the smallest twitch of my fingers or toes. Not in the sense that I was tied in place, or restrained in any way, but that my body was not obeying me. It was then I noticed I was standing upright. I tried to make sense of my surroundings. I couldn't see a door from where I was looking. A few carpets and hanging drapes here and there The room I was in was devoid of furniture, save a single mirror at the far end of the room. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the room were of stone. Couldn't even close my eyes to block it out, my iris’s had to adjust for me to see anything.īut as my sight returned, everything seemed wrong. Like someone was humming a song to themselves. Nor did it sound like the fires from down there. Not an angelic choir off to shepherd me to the pearly gates. Couldn't even see the hand I was waving in front of my face! I opened my eyes, yet I saw only darkness.įirst I thought my eyes were still closed. Even at night it doesn't get that cold.īut almost as soon as I felt the cold seep into my bones, it was gone. My eyes closed, I felt a little better actually. They must have something to wake a person up. Or just give me something when they get here. Only for a moment sir! No need to shake me! Just wake me up when the ambulance arrives. You know what, I’m just going to rest my eyes. I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers and it felt challenging to breath. Personally, I was more worried about my arm and chest. Probably a wound from skidding against the pavement. In fact, other than the burning sensation at the back of my skull, I didn't feel any head pains. The frantic patting of my face by one of the onlookers made that painfully obvious. Now, I know it's important to stay awake when you have a head injury. One of the people took out his phone, probably to call for help. When I tried to tell them I was feeling a sharp pain in my chest and that I was feeling a bit light headed, but all that came out was a wet gurgle. Didn't take a genius to guess they were asking something along the lines of ‘are you okay’. My ears were ringing so I couldn't hear them. I noticed a few people running over to see if I was okay. A good hit to the back of the head could be a whole lot worse than just needing stitches. Well, on the bright side, at least it wasn't too bad. Yep, skin was definitely broken, probably going to need some stitches. The whole 'hit and fall' must have broken the skin. It was actually hard to move my arm, everything felt so heavy. I moved my arm behind my head to check for any injury. My body shook from the impact even as I laid there. Damn thing didn't even slow down to see what it hit! They just drove off!Ĭoming to a skidding stop, I was left on my back. Even caught a glimpse of the vehicle that struck me as I slid against the pavement. I was walking, I had the right of way, but I was struck from the side. Some flickering street lights were giving me a headache, but that's nothing out of the ordinary. That damned truck seemed to just come out of nowhere. Even more surprising, it seems the site is bereft of Overlord stories where the main character is transformed into an NPC of the tomb rather than 'just' another player. So I noticed that SB is quite bereft of Overlord stories.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |